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Chapter 37: Can't Learn A Technique? Don't Worry, Just Buy An Upgrade!

Shit, Slifer thought.

He desperately needed to find a way to increase Hughie's loyalty. The most straightforward approach would be to get rid of that pesky ring and ensure Hughie remained close. However, he knew that couldn't be done. One, he was certain the Greater Immortal would smite him, and two, the ring would undoubtedly find its way back to Hughie – possibly due to some 'Heaven's Will' or other such nonsense.

Suppressing a sigh, Slifer mentally lamented. He didn't possess any technique or hidden treasure to win over Hughie. If only he had an abundance of Karmic Credits, then he could buy his disciple's loyalty. Dammit, I really don't have anything to give...

Suddenly, an idea sparked. Val! Perhaps, letting Val spend some time with Hughie might stabilize his loyalty. While it might not significantly elevate it, at least it could hover above that risky 30%.

Hughie, who had been waiting for his master to dismiss him, couldn't help but think, What's with Master these days? Ever since his breakthrough, it's either he's been getting distracted mid-conversation, leering at me oddly or staring into space... He couldn't help but think of the grandpa in the ring and his strange behaviours, and sighed. Cultivation sure does a number on one's brain. Hmm, I wonder if anyone thinks the same about me…nah I'm sure that only happens once you reach the Nascent Soul realm.

Slifer coughed, breaking the silence. "As the Disciple Selection Ceremony is approaching, I want you to remain within the sect," he instructed.

Hughie opened his mouth to protest, but Slifer continued, "Since I will be choosing a disciple, I expect all current disciples to be present."

Hughie's protest died in his throat, and he lowered his head.

"Also, Val has been... getting into trouble recently. And as her Juni-" Hughie shot him a skeptical look, and Slifer quickly corrected himself. "As her Senior Brother, it's your duty to discipline her."

Hughie couldn't help but roll his eyes. Yeah, right. that's 'my' job. But all he said was, "Of course, Master. I'll look after Val."

Slifer opened his mouth to offer further guidance, but Hughie was already racing off, calling over his shoulder, "Actually, I'll do that right now!" Watching Hughie's retreating figure, Slifer couldn't help but scoff. "Low loyalty indeed," he muttered under his breath.

Now alone in the courtyard, Slifer decided it was the perfect time to experiment with his new technique. He closed his eyes and focused, recalling the information about the Dimensional Slide technique. It required him to channel qi to the ends of his fingers or feet. He would need to manifest the qi, then transmute it into space qi, and finally use it to tear open a rift in space.

Slifer opted for the finger method, because, well, fingers seemed less embarrassing if this goes south. Following the instructions, he successfully focused his Anima Qi—the life force within every cultivator—to his fingertips. But the next step was trickier.

Anima Qi could be converted into elemental qi, like fire, water, or wind. However, transitioning it into something as complex as space or time qi was on a whole other level. It was akin to turning water into wine; you needed a certain divine touch.

It probably sounds harder than it is, he consoled himself, recalling Hughie's dismal comprehension stat of 2.

As he tried to convert it into space qi, he was met with resistance.

Slifer grunted with the effort, sweat beading on his brow. "You're a stubborn fella," he muttered. The only reason he had managed to handle light qi was because he had glimpsed its essence during an enlightenment experience. But space qi was proving to be an entirely different beast.

"Come on, space qi... Be a good little qi and transform," Slifer coaxed, waving his finger as if trying to lure a stubborn cat.

But, like a cat, the qi seemed to have a mind of its own, completely ignoring Slifer's attempts at persuasion.

He concentrated harder but no matter how much he tried, it remained stubbornly Anima Qi. "Maybe if I just..." he murmured, flicking his finger in what he hoped was a space-tearing motion. Instead of a rift, all he managed was to flick a pebble across the courtyard.

Slifer gazed at the space in front of him, utterly flabbergasted. "Hughie, with a comprehension of 2, mastered this in a day?" He muttered, raking his fingers through his hair. "If that's the case, then is my comprehension stat 1?"

He pondered momentarily. A zero would likely mean one's brain was akin to a potato. That unsettling realization made Slifer groan. "Great, I'm nearly a sentient vegetable. Just what the realm needed."

He tried to shake off the disheartening thought. Until the System reveals my stats, there's no point getting worked up. Maybe space qi just... isn't my thing, Slifer reasoned, though not entirely convinced.

With a resigned sigh, he decided it was time to check the cost of leveling up the technique through the System. He had avoided this path before, as the System had a penchant for exorbitant charges. Last time I checked the prices, I nearly had an aneurysm...

He shook his head, trying to clear it of negative thoughts. "The Dimensional Slide is crucial. It's my get-out-of-jail-free card, and with my luck, I'll need it sooner rather than later. And let's be honest, who else in the human realm can boast about wielding an Obsidian Rank technique? It could be my best shot at escaping a dire situation before I reach the Immortal Realm."

Teleporting... he thought wistfully, recalling the movies and comics that had fueled his childhood fantasies. Just like in Jumper, or Nightcrawler from the X-Men...

A soft chuckle escaped him, "I mean, who wouldn't want the convenience? Get to the fridge without moving an inch. Perfect for a former couch potato... or a nearly sentient vegetable."

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. "Okay, let's rip off this band-aid," he whispered, ready to see the cost of upgrading the technique.

Focusing intently on the Dimensional Slide technique, he was presented with three distinct options in bold:

Impart

Sell

Upgrade

"Let's see the damage," he sighed heavily, hesitating just a moment before selecting Upgrade. The anticipation was killing him; he half-expected to see a price that would make his heart stop.

"Please don't make me regret this, System," he mumbled, fingers crossed for good measure.

Cost: 500 Karmic Credits

He gritted his teeth; it was as he expected. No matter the technique, upgrading from level 0 to level 1 always cost 500 Karmic Credits. This might not seem like much, but each subsequent upgrade only got more ridiculous, doubling each time. Normally, Slifer would rather spend a few days practicing a technique to reach level 1; after all, it wasn't like he did much else. His disciples were usually the ones farming the credits.

Months could go by, and I still might not get it, Slifer thought with a heavy sigh.

Resigned, he clicked "Buy."

He felt a strange sensation, akin to the enlightenment phase but more like a mini-enlightenment period, as his understanding of space and the technique improved. Ah, that makes more sense! He laughed as he finally understood why he wasn't able to convert his qi into space qi before.

Ding!

Dimensional Slide Technique Level Up

Closing his eyes, he focused on the instructions of the Dimensional Slide technique. His qi flowed to his fingertips and transformed into space qi. With a swift tearing motion, a small portal materialized before him.

"Now that is awesome," he exclaimed with a chuckle.

Ding!

New Affinity Unlocked

Light (20%)

Fire (5%)

Space (2%)

So, the System wanted me to begin learning three elements before deciding to add it to my stats? Slifer shook his head at the System's strange and seemingly arbitrary requirements.

Just as he was about to step into the portal, he hesitated. Better safe than sorry. Who knows what's waiting for me in the Void Realm? Activating the Nascent Soul Armor, smoky black armor enveloped his body. He took a deep breath and stepped through the portal, which snapped shut behind him.

Moments later, Caelum appeared in the courtyard with a flash of qi, his expression fraught with distress. "Master, this useless disciple needs your h—" He cut off abruptly, realizing that Slifer was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, he muttered to himself, "I swear I sensed Master here a moment ago..."

"It's over, it's over, I'm finished," Li Fenghao rambled, pacing in the ring like a caged beast. High above him, Hughie, perched on his flying sword while scanning the skies for Val, sighed heavily. "What are you grumbling about now?" he called down.

Li Fenghao pointed a shaky finger to the sky, mumbling, "Life essence, you can't just absorb it! There are heavenly rules!" His eyes widened as he added, "But your master's technique... It doesn't care about such rules!"

Hughie chuckled. "So what? That just means my master is more awesome than we thought... which is honestly a sentence I never imagined saying."

Li Fenghao shook his head wildly. "No, no, no! Any cultivator who can ignore the laws set by the Heavens is not simple. They go on to do great things…scary things. Ascendant cultivator? Your master is no Ascendant cultivator!"

Hughie's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, are you saying Master's been hiding his cultivation? He hasn't truly reached the Ascendant realm?"

"No, you fool," Li Fenghao said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Your master is not a mortal. He's at least an immortal, but most likely a Greater Immortal." He fell silent, his eyes darting around as if expecting Slifer to pop out of thin air.

"Master... an immortal?" Hughie blinked in disbelief. "That can't be possible. Are you sure you haven't had too much spirit wine, old man?"

Li Fenghao glared at him, suddenly looking deadly serious. "He sensed me. I felt him stare right into my soul. Do you think a mere mortal has that kind of power?"

Hughie, taken aback by the outburst, raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Easy there, old man. Take a deep breath."

Li Fenghao heaved a sigh, his shoulders slumping. "It doesn't make sense," he mumbled. "Why would your master let me live? If he used that technique at the Immortal level, he could have drained me dry of life essence."

Chuckling, Hughie teased, "Sounds like the 'mighty' Greater Immortal is a bit rattled."

With a scowl, the erratic elder retorted, "In my prime, I could've slapped your master into the next realm! But..." He paused, glancing around nervously. "For now, let's be a tad wary of him, alright?"

"Be wary of Master?" Hughie questioned, raising an eyebrow. The idea was absurd to him. Sure, there were those recent instances where his master showed a bit too much interest in his disciples, particularly in Hughie. That had led Hughie to speculate, with a shudder, that maybe Master had... different tastes. But despite tales of his master's ruthlessness, he had never harmed his own disciples, at least not intentionally. Neglect, maybe, but not harm.

"Why should I trust a grandpa trapped in a ring over my own master?" Hughie shot back

"Your master is definitely hiding some secrets, brat!" Li Fenghao retorted.

Hughie snorted. "Which cultivator doesn't have a closet full of secrets?"

Li Fenghao shook his head vigorously. "No immortal being would willingly hide in the mortal realm unless they're planning something major. Either that or they've lost their marbles. But your master seems to have all his faculties intact."

Seeing that Hughie wasn't convinced, Li Fenghao whispered. "I sensed great desire from your master when he stared at you."

Hughie's face paled, and he gulped audibly. So, he wasn't just imagining things. "I guess... being careful can't hurt," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Li Fenghao nodded, he was reluctant to deplete the qi he had painstakingly restored over countless millenniums of confinement. However, he recognized the gravity of facing a Greater Immortal, particularly one that followed the demonic path.

I would rather blow us all up than fall into the hands of one of 'them'.

Slifer appeared in the Void Realm with a disoriented blink. "This looks like a black and white movie," he commented, surveying the eerie landscape that made him slightly uncomfortable. It was a deadland—no trees, no living beings, nothing. Just a barren, desolate expanse. "It's depressing," he muttered to himself, feeling a shiver run down his spine.

Shrugging, he decided it was time to leave, the technique was a great way to move around unhindered but this place was too...creepy.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Slifer expected the familiar swirl of the Dimensional Slide technique to materialize instantly. But instead of the usual portal opening, there was nothing—just the empty air where a gateway should have appeared. His confident expression faltered, turning into a mix of surprise and disbelief as he stared at the empty space.

"That was...unexpected."

Shaking his head, he repeated the gesture once more, then again, and yet again.

"Why isn't it working?" Slifer frowned, a twinge of panic creeping into his voice. He paused, his eyes widening in horror. "Don't tell me I'm stuck here..."

The very thought of being trapped in this lifeless realm sent shivers of dread through him. Being alone here would drive him mad, and if he wasn't alone—well, that was an even worse prospect. Only beings that would reside here are beings that could squash me like an ant, killing me without even realizing they stepped on something, he thought, his face paling.

Slifer let out an awkward laugh, which quickly turned into an ugly grimace. "Don't tell me this is karmic retribution for copying a protagonist's technique..."

His musings were abruptly interrupted by a roar. But this wasn't any ordinary roar—it was a ghastly sound that made his skin prickle with fear. Instinctively, he turned towards the sound, his eyes widening at the sight of two behemoth-sized, dementor-like figures in the air having a standoff.

"Holy spirit stones..." Slifer whispered, his breath caught in his throat, he felt very small and out of place.

How can they be so far away yet look so...big?

Slowly, Slifer began to edge backward, every muscle in his body tensed. I need to get out of here and hide, he thought, tiptoeing as quietly as possible in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, the ghastly roar escalated into ear-piercing screeches as the two dementor-like beings clashed. The shockwave from their collision sent Slifer flying forward, tumbling through the air. As he sailed uncontrollably away from the battle, a begrudging sense of gratitude washed over him.

At least it's pushing me away from those two, Slifer thought grumpily. No wonder no one wants to live here...

Chapter 38: Fenlock Vs Senior Brother Zonrak!

Fenlock felt like it was time to return, killing 10 demonic cultivators should be enough to meet his master's expectations. A sigh slipped from his lips as he stepped onto the sect grounds. Unlike many others in the sect, he never found joy in tormenting the weak. Engaging with cultivators at the same cultivation had always been a walk in the park for him, particularly since his specialization in sound cultivation often gave him an unexpected edge.

His master had sent him on this mission, perhaps hoping it would steel his resolve against his senior brothers' so-called 'bullying'—a term Fenlock found exaggerated. In his view, restraint was a virtue; sharp words were something he could bear with without lashing back.

Senior brothers aren't bullying; they're just... giving advice, he rationalized.

Shaking his head, he admitted to himself that his nature had always been to sidestep conflict—a trait that had put him at the receiving end of many beatings from his former master, Elder Fron.

Lost in thought, Fenlock was suddenly jolted from his reverie by a sudden appearance. A silver-haired girl appeared before him, her abrupt presence making him tense instinctively.

Oh, what does she want now? he thought, barely suppressing a sigh.

"Junior Brother, you're back!" she exclaimed, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Fenlock nodded slowly, opting for silence. He had learned the hard way that his Junior Sister, Amelia, had a knack of looking for a petty excuse to instigate a fight. Less talk, less trouble with her.

"Master is out. He went to fetch Hughie," she said, her excitement palpable at the mention of their Junior Brother.

Fenlock found her enthusiasm strange. Why is she so excited about Hughie? he wondered, but then shrugged it off, it was not his problem to worry about. Perhaps Hughie's her next target.

He realized that his master had been right; he was being bullied. But it wasn't by his senior brothers. No, the real bully was the little silver-haired tornado standing in front of him. Yet, confronting her seemed more trouble than it was worth. Ignoring the girl was, after all, the path of least resistance.

Amelia's chatter blended into the background as Fenlock's mind drifted away. However, a few moments later, a voice snapped him back to the present, breaking through his haze. "Hey, Fenlock, where have you been hiding? It's been a while since we've seen you."

Both Amelia and Fenlock turned, spotting three male cultivators approaching them. The leader, a tall man with black hair streaked with silver, was flanked by two others—one slender with a quick, darting gaze, the other more muscular and carrying a large halberd.

"Senior Brother Zonrak," Fenlock greeted with a bow, clasping his hands together in respect. Zonrak was more than just a fellow cultivator; he was Fenlock's unofficial relationship guru. Without his advice, I'd have never mustered the courage to ask out Junior Sister Lenvari.

Zonrak chuckled heartily, patting Fenlock so hard on the shoulder it almost made him stumble. "Ah, Fenlock, still as stiff as ever!" he laughed.

Amelia's brows furrowed slightly at this interaction, but she remained silent.

Zonrak's teasing then took on a sharper edge. "Still meddling with that sound cultivation, huh? That's… hardly a man's art."

The slender cultivator chimed in, "Yes, it's rather... enchanting, in a way." He giggled.

The larger cultivator added, "A method more suited to serenading ladies than real combat, I'd say."

Fenlock, ever-oblivious, mistook the jibes as genuine advice, nodding in appreciation. "True, I always look for ways to enhance it."

Amelia's face twisted into a scowl, her short temper getting the better of her. With a sudden push, she sent Zonrak stumbling back. "Do you think I'll just stand here and let you bully my Junior Brother like that?" she spat out.

Fenlock waved his hands in a placating gesture. "Senior Brothers are only offering their guidance," he tried to explain.

Amelia scoffed. "If you think that's advice, then you're more naive than I thought."

Zonrak, red-faced from the unexpected shove, retorted, "Mind your place, little girl!"

Amelia's laughter chilled the air. "You won't find me 'little' when I stand over your corpse," she sneered. With each word, her appearance shifted horrifically. Her skin paled as her eyes hollowed out leaving a blue glow. Black veins snaked across her face and neck. Her mouth opened grotesquely, revealing a maw filled with jagged, menacing teeth. "I bet," she whispered, her voice echoing as if from a deep cavern, "your soul tastes delicious."

Zonrak's stance shifted subtly, betraying a hint of unease. Not because of Amelia's grotesque transformation, but due to her notorious reputation. The girl was infamous for her random assaults on disciples. Lately though, she had been suspiciously quiet, but Zonrak couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that he might be her next target.

In the meantime, Fenlock stepped in, the peacemaker between two rising storms. "Senior Brother, Junior Sister, please, this is unnecessary," he urged, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Amelia released a resigned sigh as she let her ghastly features revert to her usual delicate appearance, the last thing she wanted was for her master to catch her attacking another innocent disciple. Her master's prohibition against bullying had been a thorn in her side so she had hoped to goad Zonrak into a fight, giving her the perfect pretext to claim his soul. But unfortunately, her plan had failed.

Seeing Amelia back down, Fenlock's shoulders sagged in relief, he wasn't entirely confident in restraining his junior sister, she did have a tendency to…lose control.

However, Zonrak's pride had taken a blow, and seeing Amelia stand down only boosted his confidence. "Look at the mighty predator," he sneered, eyeing her small stature, "barely taller than a child."

Fenlock's heart raced, well aware that height was Amelia's sensitive spot. He quickly spun around, confronting Zonrak. "Senior Brother, she stepped back. Let's leave it at that."

Zonrak scoffed dismissively. "Perhaps you're accustomed to being spoken to like that by a woman, but I am a real man."

Fenlock's brow furrowed in confusion. What does being a man have to do with this petty squabble? He suspected Zonrak's pride was clouding his judgment.

Unsatisfied with Fenlock's lack of response, Zonrak pushed further, a wicked grin on his face. "Perhaps a real man should keep Junior Sister Lenvari company tonight, instead of a mere sound cultivator like you, hmm?"

The color drained from Fenlock's face, replaced by a deep blush. His threshold for personal insults was high, but dragging Lenvari into this… that was a different matter entirely. The fire in his eyes revealed a rare anger.

A slight smirk curled the corners of Amelia's lips, which went by unnoticed as Fenlock's mouth opened and an ear-piercing sound erupted forth. The waves of sonic energy caused Zonrak and his cohorts to clamp their hands over their ears, their faces contorting in agony.

Fenlock honed the sound on Zonrak, amplifying its intensity. The senior brother crumpled to his knees, blood trickling from his ears as his screams punctured the air. The pained cry snapped Fenlock out of his blind rage, and he quickly closed his lips, his expression morphing into one of shock.

Zonrak lay slumped on the ground, whimpering in pain, as Amelia delivered a hearty slap on Fenlock's back. "Master would be proud," she exclaimed with a wide grin.

Fenlock shook his head, a look of regret washing over him. "This…this isn't me," he whispered.

They were interrupted by a soft thud. A bald man, Boss Morvran, glided down gracefully from his sword. Amelia's face lit up at his sight. "Boss Morvran!" she greeted.

Morvran's sharp eyes darted between Amelia, the fallen trio, and Fenlock, his expression serious. "Your master won't be pleased when he hears about this," he warned as his gaze returned on Amelia.

Amelia, always one to relish in mischief, declared, "Oh, this wasn't my doing." She pointed at Fenlock. "It was all him."

Attacking fellow sect members... Fenlock's thoughts churned, he had always felt a sense of loyalty to his sect, but for what reason, he could not explain. Cultivators outside the sect are one thing, but this...

Morvran's eyes widened ever so slightly. "Didn't peg you for the type, kid. Always thought you were too... gentle," he remarked.

Fenlock's gaze fell to the ground, the afterimage of his actions etching themselves into his conscience. This isn't the path I wanted to walk...

Morvran remembered Slifer's instructions to Fenlock on how the boy needed to learn to stand up for himself. Approaching the conflicted disciple, he offered what he felt was encouragement, "You've showed spine for once, but it isn't over yet."

Fenlock looked apprehensively at Morvran. I've already done too much! he thought.

Unperturbed by Fenlock's silence, Morvran pressed on. "I wasn't too pleased with your performance in our last lesson. I expect more from you this time." He paused, eyeing Zonrak's bloodied ears. "Sound attacks seem even better than breaking bones," he muttered to himself. Turning to Fenlock, he commanded, "Well? Don't stop now!"

Fenlock's head shook vehemently. No. I won't be pressured into torturing my own sect members. Not again.

Morvran's frown deepened at Fenlock's reluctance. It was then that Amelia stepped in, her smile beaming with mischief. "I'll heal Zonrak, so Junior Brother doesn't have to worry about accidentally killing him," she volunteered cheerily.

Without waiting for a reply, she positioned herself beside Zonrak, her hands radiating a green hue as she channeled the Essence Mend technique. Typically, the technique would soothe and heal, but as Amelia applied it, Zonrak's screams of pain pierced the air as he regained consciousness.

Amelia's smile only widened at the sight, it was no fun when they weren't awake to feel the pain.

Morvran, observing the scene, couldn't help but nod in approval. "Healing to inflict pain... The juniors these days are indeed creative in their methods of torture," he remarked.

Amelia beamed at the compliment, her mind wandering. Perhaps Master made me learn healing arts for this very reason? she pondered, she always found it strange that her master wanted her, a demonic soul cultivator, to learn healing.

During this exchange, the other two disciples, sensing an opportunity, began to slink away discreetly. Although Morvran noticed their exit, he made no move to stop them, his attention focused on Amelia's unique application of her skills.

Nodding his head a few times, Morvran then turned to Fenlock and studied him intently before speaking. "To survive in a demonic sect, or even in the vast immortal world, one can't avoid the darker aspects." He sighed, attempting to be encouraging, "At least today marked progress for you."

Fenlock remained silent, he had accepted that it was useless to argue with crazy people.

"Oh yes, the real reason for my visit," Morvran suddenly recalled. "Your master has yet to return to the sect. As his disciples, you're required to attend the Disciple Selection Ceremony in his stead. Follow me."

Amelia's eyes lit up, thinking about the possibilities of a new junior brother to toy with. She leaned down to Zonrak's semi-conscious form and whispered menacingly in his ear, "I'll be back for you, big boy."

Pulling back slightly, her lips brushed against his in a mockingly tender kiss. She hummed appreciatively, "Mmm... delicious," tasting the lingering fear and pain that clung to him.

A feeble groan escaped Zonrak as he trembled under her soft touch, his vision dimmed as he once again lost consciousness.

Fenlock, trailing behind, couldn't help but shudder at the sight. His head hung low, a thought crept into his mind. Would life have been easier if an immortal cultivator had discovered me instead?

In the desolate expanse of the Void Realm, Slifer's expression darkened as an unexpected system notification appeared before him.

Ding!

Your Disciple Fenlock's Loyalty Has Decreased By 10%

10%? What the devil did I do? Slifer nearly let a curse slip. He was baffled at the drop in loyalty when he hadn't even interacted with Fenlock.

Chapter 39: Disciple Selection Ceremony Begins! Where Is The Supreme Elder?!

The Verdant Serenity Valley was a sight to behold, lush and vibrant, cradled within towering mountains. It was here that the Black Rose Sect's Disciple Selection Ceremony took place.

After the ceremony, the Sect Master would traditionally claim the privilege of first pick among the new disciples, followed by the five Grand Elders and then the Nascent Soul Elders. Those not chosen but talented enough might be taken in as outer sect disciples, where they would serve as servants with dreams of one day ascending into the inner sect—the only true disciples of the Black Rose Sect.

At the heart of the valley stood a large pagoda in which the Grand Elders were seated. The main seat, however remained empty as it was reserved for the Sect Master, who had yet to exit closed-door cultivation.

Grand Elder Darius, who sat at the right-hand side of the seat of authority, scoffed. "Where is that brat? Just because he has broken through to the Ascendant realm doesn't give him the right to show us such disrespect."

Grand Elder Tenzin, attempting to soothe the situation, replied, "Perhaps there's something holding the Supreme Elder up. I believe he'll be here shortly." His eyes shifted, betraying a slight hint of anxiety.

Grand Elder Lydia remained silent amidst the bickering. Arguing as always, like hatchlings in a nest, she mused. Her gaze was fixed on the sea of participants below, searching for a successor to the Medicine Hall. Amelia had promise, yet her violent streak was more suited for the battleground than the healing gardens. The Medicine Hall demanded cultivators who could temper their inner demons, a trait Amelia sadly lacked.

Grand Elder Wyatt, a bald man with a long white goatee who had the frail appearance of a scholar but the shrewd gaze of a seasoned manipulator, let out a weary sigh. "If the Supreme Elder doesn't arrive within the next fifteen minutes, we shall commence the ceremony without him. Unfortunately, we simply cannot delay any longer."

Grand Elder Tenzin frowned. He had emphasized the importance of the ceremony to Slifer, but the Supreme Elder remained absent. Even Slifer's servant, the bald fellow, seemed to have vanished without a trace after being dispatched to fetch him. Just where did he disappear to? he wondered.

Breaking the mounting tension, Grand Elder Lydia finally spoke. "Grand Elder Wyatt, may I have a look at the jade slips?"

"Of course," Wyatt replied, handing over the jade slips to her. Jade slips were crucial at such events. There were over a thousand participants, and each had a jade slip detailing their background and character. It was vital that their character was suited to become a demonic cultivator, or they showed signs that they could be moulded into one. The Black Rose Sect couldn't afford to nurture a disciple who might later spew righteousness at every turn.

The participants looked around nervously, exchanging whispers and speculative glances as they awaited the commencement of the selection ceremony. Over a thousand hopefuls from cities under the Black Rose Sect's dominion were present.

"I heard the Jexlarin Clan sent their top three talents this year," murmured a tall youth with striking silver hair.

"Pfft, they're nothing compared to the Vexorin Clan from Wick City," sneered a girl with piercing green eyes.

While major cities like Wick, Kaizer, and Rizarian were well-represented, there were also participants from smaller villages and towns within the Black Rose Sect's territory. Just my luck to stand out like a sore thumb, thought a young man in white robes. His attire was a far cry from the extravagant silks donned by those from the major cities. But while his clothes spoke of simplicity, his eyes held a sharpness that belied his humble origins.

Every so often, a collective gasp or murmur would rise from the crowd. "Look, that's Ivor from the Zyrklon Clan. They say that he is descended from a Thunder Eagle."

Amidst the murmurs, the shared dream was palpable. To be chosen by the Sect Master was a rare opportunity. Yet, the name on everyone's lips was not the Sect Master but Elder Slifer. Rumours had spread like wildfire about his cultivation level.

"Do you really believe that Elder Slifer has reached the Ascendant realm?" a young woman from Kaizer City whispered.

"It's more than just a rumour," said another, looking around cautiously before leaning in. "My cousin in the Wizeron Clan said it's true. Can you imagine training under him?"

A third chimed in, "Sure, he's known to be ruthless, but the chance to study under an Ascendant cultivator? Who wouldn't risk it?"

William Wick stood tall amidst the crowd, his robes of deep blue embroidered with threads of gold that showed off his status as a spoilt young master. His youthful face, framed by raven-black hair, was alive with laughter as he chatted with the scions of the Vexorin and Zyrklon Clans.

Suddenly, his laughter was cut short as a boy bumped into him. William stumbled, catching himself just in time. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. The eyes of his peers were upon him, waiting to see how he would react.

Straightening his robes, William turned sharply to face the clumsy offender. Before him stood a plump boy, his eyes wide with alarm. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—" the boy stuttered, bowing apologetically.

The cheap fabric of the boy's attire was enough for William to grasp the full picture. With a disdainful sneer, he reached out and slapped the boy, causing him to lose balance and fall onto the muddy ground. "How dare a mere village bumpkin touch me," he sneered, brushing off his robes with exaggerated disgust.

Laughter erupted around them. "Look at the fatty!" one of the Zyrklon Clan members jested.

Tears welled up in the village boy's eyes as he touched his reddening cheek. I didn't do anything wrong. Dusty thought bitterly. The weight of his oversized robe had been his downfall. His mother, in her eagerness to send him off looking presentable, hadn't considered the practicalities of such attire.

"I-I was just looking for my friend," Dusty muttered, his voice barely audible over the mockery.

The onlookers whispered and chuckled, enjoying the spectacle. William stood tall, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Let this be a lesson," he said loudly. "In the world of cultivators, your place is beneath our feet."

Dusty was aware of his ignorance. The city boys around him spoke of realms and cultivation as if they were common knowledge, while he knew next to nothing. And now he found himself face-down in the dirt, humiliated. I-I thought this was a ceremony for an immortal sect, his mind raced. The realization that he was in a demonic sect filled him with dread. But…it's too late to back out now.

The young man in plain robes hesitated, his foot hovering mid-step. He was about to intervene when a voice cut through the tension. "Hey, leave him alone," a new figure declared, stepping protectively in front of Dusty.

William's gaze slid from Dusty to the newcomer. He was tall, with broad shoulders that spoke of hard physical labour. Despite having an imposing presence, William sensed no spiritual energy from him. "Oh, and who might you be?"

"I'm Nomed," the tall boy stated simply, extending a hand to Dusty, who gratefully accepted it and scrambled to his feet. "And I'm this one's friend," Nomed added.

William, feeling the eyes of his companions on him, forced a sneer. "I thought the Black Rose Sect had standards. But it seems they let any village riffraff sully these grounds," he spat out the last word with contempt.

Nomed's eyes narrowed at the insult, but he held his tongue. "Let's go," he said to Dusty, and the two of them began walking away to find a different spot.

William's group burst into fits of laughter, taking jabs at the retreating duo. "Look at those rags!" one jeered. "Probably never seen a silver coin in their lives!" another chuckled.

Yet, deep within, William felt a pang of unease. That gaze... he reflected, remembering Nomed's cold stare. Did I make a mistake? But he quickly pushed the thought away, reassuring himself, I'm the young master of the Wick Clan. Why should I worry about a village bumpkin?

As they walked, Dusty whispered, "I didn't think you'd make it in time. The village elder was so worried when he couldn't find you."

Nomed gave Dusty a warm, reassuring smile. "I wouldn't miss this for the world," he declared, pausing briefly before clapping a hand on Dusty's shoulder. "This ceremony... it's our ticket to a better life."

Dusty nodded with enthusiasm. If anyone from our village could impress the sect, it'd be Nomed. He's always been exceptional at everything he tried.

After the 15 minutes had passed, Grand Elder Wyatt cleared his throat, drawing attention as he stood up. "We can't wait any longer," he declared.

Grand Elder Tenzin released a resigned sigh, "I agree."

Turning towards the crowd of participants, Grand Elder Wyatt greeted them. His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried effortlessly, reaching every ear with crystal clarity. The participants fell silent instantly, their eyes drawn to the imposing figure atop the pagoda.

"Examinees," Grand Elder Wyatt began, "you have already passed an initial evaluation to stand here today, which deems you qualified to attempt the Black Rose Sect try-outs." The participants listened intently, hanging on his every word.

"The first of your trials will be the trial of will." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "A formation will transport your souls to an illusory plane. There, you must ascend a mountain. Only those who reach the summit shall pass. Should you fail to do so within six hours, you will be eliminated."

"Oh and eight out of ten participants fail this test."

A wave of murmurs, a blend of shock and awe, rippled through the crowd. Eighty percent fail? some thought, their confidence wavering.

Sensing the rising anxiety, Grand Elder Wyatt raised his hand for silence. "However," he continued, his voice stern, "those who surmount this trial will be guaranteed entry into the Black Rose Sect." He paused, then added almost as an afterthought, "Even if it is as a mere outer disciple."

This time, the murmurs were different—tinged with excitement and determination. I will be one of those who succeed, many thought, their spirits reignited.

"Silence," Grand Elder Wyatt commanded, quelling the rising chatter. "As for the subsequent trials, I will not waste words explaining them now. Only those who pass the first will need to know." His tone left no room for questions.

Nomed, staring up at the Grand Elder, thought resolutely, As long as I pass this, nothing else matters. He didn't care about being taken in as an elder's disciple; he just needed to enter the sect.

Beside him, Dusty shivered. "If I knew it'd be this scary, I'd have stayed in the village herding goats," he whispered to Nomed, trying to lighten the mood. "At least goats don't judge you if you can't climb a mountain in your mind."

Meanwhile, the young man wearing white robes narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixated on the Grand Elder. Will is not something I lack, he thought confidently, looking down at the sword at his waist. Only the strongest of wills are qualified to wield a sword.

William snorted dismissively at the first trial. Just as I was told. A test of will. He mused further, If my source is correct, then talent will be next, followed by comprehension. He wasn't content with mere entry into the sect; his ambitions soared higher.

His gaze flickered across the Grand Elders, searching for a specific figure. "For this to work, you need to be here," William muttered under his breath, feeling a twinge of annoyance.

"Just where are you, Supreme Elder?"

Chapter 40: Attacked By An Ascendant Realm Being!

Exhausted, Slifer found a cave that seemed safe enough to catch his breath. It was a simple cave, adorned with a few vines clinging to its walls, but nothing else of note.

Unlike the other caves that looked like they spelled trouble, this one felt warm, almost… inviting.

But Slifer knew you could never trust a cave, even an innocent-looking one.

After a thorough check to ensure no monsters were lurking inside, he allowed himself to slump down against the cold wall.

Slifer realized that no matter how far he ran, the dementor-like beings remained in view, never seeming to diminish in size. His earlier comparison of being an ant was disturbingly accurate.

Trying to steady his racing heart, he couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of dread. It was an intrinsic fear, the kind one feels when facing a superior predator. He had watched in horror as one of the dementor-like beings devoured the other. To his astonishment, the victor seemed to grow larger.

Just how much bigger can these things get!

Slifer gulped, consoling himself with the thought that he was too insignificant to even be considered a snack for such monstrous entities. I'd be lucky to even get stuck between their teeth, he thought grimly.

"What to do now…"

After some contemplation, Slifer realized he had three potential ways to escape the Void Realm. The first was to keep trying the Dimensional Slide technique, hoping a portal would form. The second option was to use credits to upgrade the technique and then attempt to open a portal. The last was to gamble and pray the system granted him a teleportation card or something similar.

Using the Dimensional Slide technique repeatedly could draw unwanted attention, Slifer thought. Upgrading it seems sensible, but what if it's only marginally more effective? That would be a waste of 1000 Karmic Credits that could have been used to potentially get a useful card.

A part of him was tempted to stay, lured by the possibility of acquiring something powerful in this bizarre realm. This is where protagonists in the stories find their cheats, he mused.

Even though he already had the System, he would prefer something more…reliable.

In the end, Slifer decided the best course of action would be to find a cave to hide in and gamble with the System.

That's enough excitement for this trip. I'd rather play it safe and maybe win something useful, than risk wandering around this unpredictable realm, that's practically suicide!

"Let's see how many credits I have, status."

Name Slifer

Race Human

Alignment Demonic

Cultivation Late Foundation Establishment

Lifespan Remaining 10 Years

Credits 3060

Skills Insight (Basic), Nascent Soul Armor: Level 1

Items Reversal Card, Peak Slifer Card, Whimsical Wind Card

Affinities Light (20%), Fire (5%), Space (2%)

Abilities Mirror Mastery: Level 2

Techniques Sunrise Slash: Level 2, Stellar Nova Strike: Level 1, Dimensional Slide: Level 1

Weapon Mastery Sword: 5%

"I have enough Karmic Credits to gamble first. If that doesn't work, I'll just upgrade the technique."

Ding!

Random Card Acquired

Activate Now?

(Yes/No)

"Yes!"

Ding!

Unsuccessful

Better Luck Next Time!

After over a dozen unsuccessful attempts, Slifer finally acquired a useful card – the staple Critical Block Card. It then only took him several more tries before the familiar ding of success echoed again.

Ding!

Successful

Name: Soul Fire

Description: Conjure ethereal flames that burn not the flesh, but the very essence of the soul.

Warning: Can only affect those below the Immortal Realm

Burning the soul? Sounds like something straight out of a demonic cultivator's handbook, Slifer mused, surprised by the nature of the technique. Didn't the System have some sort of agenda against the demonic path?

After checking its price in the shop, Slifer found it was worth a staggering 15,000 Karmic Credits. This single card alone made his gambling efforts worthwhile.

Yet, Slifer wasn't comfortable with the idea of using such a technique. Torturing the soul seems too cruel. If I have to kill, I prefer it to be swift and clean, not drawn out like… a certain someone's methods.

Shaking his head, Slifer decided to continue his gambling spree, it was only after another few dozen attempts when he finally won a decent card.

Ding!

Successful

Name: Reflection Card

Description: Creates an energy barrier that reflects attacks back at the attacker for 20 seconds

While Slifer could see its usefulness in battles with other cultivators, he doubted its efficacy against the gargantuan Void Beasts. Reflecting their attack is pointless if they just swallow me whole, he thought. Nevertheless, he welcomed the addition of the Reflection Card to his arsenal.

Just as Slifer was about to purchase another Random Card, he felt a chilling sensation creeping over him. Something was wrapping around his body.

This…this can't be. I checked this cave thoroughly, there were no creatures here!

Slowly looking down, Slifer's eyes widened in shock as he saw the seemingly innocent vines that had been clinging to the cave walls now crawling over his body.

Vines... attacking me? His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation.

The vines, which had appeared so harmless at first glance, were now tightening around his body, slowly squeezing the life out of him.

I was just thinking I would prefer 'not' to use this on anyone, but you left me with no choice!

Soul Fire Card…activate!

Instantly, the vines fell to the ground and began to thrash violently. Although there was no visible fire, their reaction was akin to being scorched by intense flames as they let out a strange sizzing sound before falling still.

It must be one enormous vine, Slifer realized when he saw that not a single vine in the cave was left alive. A regular fire technique would have harmed only a part of it, but a soul attack like this affects the entire being.

Ding!

You Have Gained 1000 Karmic Credits

1000 Karmic Credits? Just what was its cultivation level?

Insight!

Ding!

Congratulations

You Have Discovered An Otherworldly Being

You Have Gained 100 Karmic Credits

Name

N/A

Species Void Plant

Realm Early Ascendant Realm

Known Techniques N/A

Known Affiliations N/A

Disposition N/A

Early Ascendant Realm? Slifer was astounded. Even a simple-looking vine here is ridiculously powerful. If it wasn't for its... overly affectionate nature, Slifer joked to himself, I would have been dead without even realizing what killed me. Sure, the Critical Block Card would have kicked in, and then I'd have used the Soul Fire Card, but any normal cultivator would've ended up as vine food!

Remembering that this cave seemed the safest, Slifer shuddered as he wondered what beings were lurking in the others.

Shaking off the unsettling thoughts, Slifer made sure to use insight on every nook and cranny in the cave, even the pebbles weren't let off the hook.

After completing his thorough examination, Slifer let out a long sigh of relief. "Finally," he muttered, a hint of fatigue in his voice. As he stretched his arms high above his head, his exhaustion seemed to vanish, replaced by a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.

"Now, onto the truly crucial and, coincidentally, vastly more entertaining task at hand, gambling!"

Ding!

Random Card Acquired

Activate Now?

(Yes/No)

"Yes!"

Again, the cards Slifer was getting were all duds but after a while, a smirk appeared on his face.

Ding!

Successful

Name: Avatar

Description: Creates a complete clone of the user that can independently cultivate

Warning: The avatar cannot access the System or its cards

"My own Kage Bunshin!"

Chapter 41: The Trial Of Will

"The trial will now begin!"

With that, the formations on the ground came to life, releasing a blue hue. The participants felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over them, causing their limbs to feel like jelly and their eyelids to droop as they slowly succumbed to unconsciousness.

Within the illusionary realm, a lone mountain rose from the ground, its peak, covered in mist, reached the heavens. As the mist cleared, figures began appearing at the foot of the mountain, each disoriented and surveying their surroundings.

William blinked rapidly, adjusting to the sudden change. He looked down at himself, flexing his fingers and moving his limbs. "It feels so... real. Almost like my very body has been transported here," he murmured. Lifting his gaze, he assessed the mountain ahead and the participants materializing next to him. Not wanting to lag behind, and seeing a few already starting, he took a step forward.

With every step, an increasing weight pressed down on him. Observing those around him, William noticed some participants collapsing, unable to withstand the pressure. He sneered, "Weaklings."

As Dusty appeared in the illusionary realm, he took one glance at the towering mountain and felt his knees buckle. "They can't expect us to scale that monstrosity," he stuttered, his hand self-consciously patting the rolls of fat on his belly. "Look at me! I'll drop dead before I even get halfway."

Nomed, who appeared beside him, laughed, clapping Dusty on the back. "My friend, you could weigh as much as ten oxen, but that won't affect your climb," he said, grinning. "Remember, it's not the flesh that's tested here—it's the spirit, the willpower."

Dusty grumbled, "Well, if they wanted to test my willpower, they should have just checked how many pies I could eat in one sitting. Sounds a lot safer to me. I mean, a pie never hurt anyone."

Meanwhile, in the void realm, Slifer, ever vigilant for lurking void beasts, sneezed unexpectedly. He instantly froze, his senses alert for any movement. When none came, he relaxed slightly but couldn't help but think, Why would I sneeze? It's not like cultivators catch colds.

Back in the illusionary realm, Nomed shook his head. "Get moving, or you'll have to explain yourself to Grandma Sully if you're sent back." Dusty visibly paled; Grandma Sully's idea of punishment was a strict regimen of fasting, which to him was crueler than any physical torment.

Nomed took a step forward, immediately feeling a whisper of pressure, like the touch of a feather. He would have missed it if he hadn't been braced for some form of resistance.

Dusty, however, instantly turned red as his breaths came in short bursts. "It… feels like… I'm lugging Grandma… Sully on my… back again!"

He cast a sideways glance at Nomed and the other slender participants who moved with ease, catching his breath, he continued. "I tell ya, this is unfair. Clearly, this blasted mountain has something against us... us heavyweights!" Dusty huffed.

Back in the pagoda, Grand Elder Wyatt causally waved his hand causing water to coalesce out of thin air, swirling until it formed into a thousand distinct screens that hovered in the air before them. Each one captured the image of a different participant as they faced the mountain's challenge.

As a cultivator's power grew, so too does their ability to multitask. For those in the Core Formation realm, watching over thousands of such screens with their spiritual sense was a trivial matter. But for these Grand Elders, who had entered the Origin Realm, such a feat was not even worth mentioning.

"The clans have indeed sent their finest," Wyatt commented. His eyes paused on one particular screen, where a young man progressed steadily. "Raze of the Rizarian Clan—not only defeated the heirs of both Quorvex and Zion in a single battle but crippled them."

Elder Tenzin, standing beside him, watched the screen with interest. "He has certainly earned his place as the prime seed."

When recruiting disciples, the sect relied on a seed system that ranked potential disciples based on talent and background. Though the brief screening was not infallible, years of refinement had honed the system to a point where its estimations were not too far off the mark.

Grand Elder Darius watched the images before him, a glint of approval in his eyes. "This Rizarian boy would serve well within my Disciplinary Hall," he remarked with a confident nod, eyeing his fellow elders for any sign of contest but seeing none, a smug smile appeared on his face.

"The next three seeds hail from the Jexlarin Clan," Grand Elder Wyatt's voice cut through the silence, drawing attention once again to the screens. "Bryce, Caelin, and Dara."

Grand Elder Lydia's expression tightened slightly. "And what of the other clans within Kaizer city?" she asked.

"It's the Jexlarin Clan," Grand Elder Tenzin interjected smoothly. "They've been expanding, pouring resources into their youth. They have ambition, the other clans have not been able to keep up."

Wyatt gave a nod of acknowledgment. "In a few generations, we may well speak of Jexlarin City, not Kaizer."

Lydia's frown deepened at this. The Wizeron Clan's talents in healing was unmatched. It is unsettling that we see no new talents from them of late.

As they discussed, Grand Elder Wyatt's gaze drifted to another screen. The image of a topless muscular young man appeared on it, his eyes sparked with occasional flashes of bright yellow. "Ivor of the Zyrklon Clan," he muttered.

Grand Elder Darius leaned forward, interest piqued. "Is he the one descended from the Thunder Eagle?"

"Indeed," Wyatt confirmed. The Zyrklon Clan's bloodline usually runs thin, but this... "Every few centuries, a Zyrklon with a decent bloodline emerges. Ivor's soul shows signs of the Thunder Eagle—signs that are far stronger than any we've seen in a millennium."

Grand Elder Darius eyed the image of Ivor keenly. "Hmm, this scion of Zyrklon also seems a worthy candidate for my Disciplinary Hall," he declared. The other Grand Elders said nothing, their silence an accustomed response to Darius' assertive nature.

With a deliberate cough, Grand Elder Wyatt shifted the attention to another screen. A young man appeared, radiating arrogance as he walked up the mountain, the youth frequently glanced back with a smirk plastered across his face, as if to mock those behind him. "This is the young master of the Wick Clan, William," Wyatt announced in a neutral tone.

The gathered elders remained unimpressed, having seen too many like him—proud due to their lineage, yet insignificant without it. Young masters like him often crumble without the support of their clans, they thought collectively, their eyes scanning past William's image indifferently.

"It appears the trial has truly begun," Grand Elder Tenzin observed, gesturing towards the screens. The images now showed several participants brought to their knees, others sprawled on the ground, their wills broken by the mountain's base. As their souls flickered back to the physical realm, a scornful scoff escaped Darius.

"What weaklings," he sneered with a dismissive wave of his hand. "What has our Demonic Sect become? Afraid of a few casualties?" He shook his head in disdain at the use of an illusionary realm. In my days, hundreds such as these would be crushed by the trial—boulders would smash them, falls would claim them. They wouldn't return, at least not whole.

Grand Elder Wyatt shook his head slightly, his beliefs aligning more with the Sect Master's progressive vision. "A sect without rules, even a demonic one, is doomed to implode," he muttered quietly to himself.

William was already halfway up the mountain, he was breathing heavily, more from the exertion than he would care to admit. This is more challenging than I expected, he acknowledged internally, wiping sweat from his brow. It was crucial that he not only avoid falling behind but also that he do so with the grace expected of a Wick.

He sneered as he glanced back and saw the bulky figure who had stumbled into him at the start of the trial. The overweight man was panting, his hands on his knees in a pitiful attempt to catch his breath. Struggling so soon? Pathetic, William thought in contempt.

His gaze then shifted to the other villager, the companion of the stout man. To his surprise, the villager was making decent progress, closer to the middle than the base of the mountain. Impressive for a commoner, I suppose, William mused, but still laughable compared to a noble like myself.

William then scanned the path ahead, as expected, the young master of the Rizarian Clan, Raze, was at the forefront with the three prodigies of the Jexlarin Clan at his heels. Yet, William's expression turned to one of disbelief as he witnessed a white-robed youth overtake them like he was taking a stroll in the park. T-this can't be, is he somehow cheating? William pondered with a scowl. How could an unknown possibly surpass the young masters?

The white-robed male known as Kalin had no interest in the Black Rose Sect under normal circumstances; he was not a demonic cultivator, and the sect offered nothing he could not obtain from his own clan. His sole motivation for infiltrating this event was the chance to observe a sword cultivator rumored to have reached the Sword Will stage—an achievement exceedingly rare in the mortal world. Even immortals struggle to grasp such a state, he thought, his curiosity piqued. Perhaps there is something I can learn from a mortal realm cultivator.

As Kalin continued walking, he overheard the grumblings of a participant behind him but paid them no mind.

"That white-robed guy... He just overtook Raze. Who is he?" the puzzled voice questioned.

"He's not even sweating," another murmured to a fellow participant nearby. "You don't think he's..."

The other shook his head, "Who can say? But if he's cheating, the elders will surely catch him."

Every now and then, Kalin's hand occasionally brushed against the hilt of his sword and his eyes narrowed. Let's see if this Sword Will stage cultivator is worth my time.

"Who is that boy?" Grand Elder Lydia's voice cut through the silence, her finger pointing to a screen showcasing a white-robed youth overtaking the supposed first seed.

Wyatt's brow creased as he extended his spiritual sense to sift through countless jade slips, murmuring, "I do not know him." His eyes narrowed—somehow, the young man had bypassed their meticulous screening.

"How dare this boy infiltrate our sect!" Grand Elder Darius boomed, his face flushing with anger as he rose from his seat, his hands clenched.

"No, let him be," Wyatt interjected firmly, gesturing for Darius to sit. "Let's watch how this unfolds."

An imposter would be revealed by the formations, he reasoned. Unless this boy is an immortal, he cannot hide his true soul from us.

Though displeased, Darius resumed his seat, acknowledging Wyatt's crafty mind with a begrudging nod. Discipline and punishment are my realms, Wyatt knows the subtler arts of control.

Tenzin's gaze, meanwhile, narrowed on the young man's weapon. "A sword cultivator," he whispered. In the illusionary realm, personal weapons did not manifest, but a sword cultivator's blade in the higher realms was an extension of their very soul, inseparable even in illusion.

Grand Elder Darius' frown deepened at the sight of the sword. Sword cultivators... too stern, too inflexible, he thought distastefully. And demonic sword cultivators were even worse in his eyes—often they would lose their minds to the very blades they wielded. Both types did little more than sour his mood.

While the attention of the Grand Elders was split between the young masters and the white-robed male, a humble-looking figure and his pudgy companion were largely ignored. Among the sea of participants that were struggling up the mountain, they were just two more faces.

Nomed slowly trudged up the mountain, a sigh escaping him. The trial before him was laughably simple; he could hardly believe it was designed to test one's willpower. Is there a flaw in the formation? He wondered, his gaze sweeping over his fellow participants. They were drenched in sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, while he felt as if he were out for a leisurely stroll.

Stand out too much, and you invite trouble. Fade too much into the background, and you become prey. He reminded himself, feigning a pained expression as he pretended to labor over the next step.

Being average is an art in itself. Nomed found this performance—the act of pretending to be an ordinary cultivator amidst the sea of struggling bodies—far more taxing than the trial itself.

His gaze swept the mountain path, taking note of those who were ahead and those who trailed behind, calculating his pace to fall squarely in the middle. The idea of catching an elder's attention was the last thing he wanted. Keep it average, keep it safe, he thought.

Glancing back, he caught sight of Dusty, his friend's legs wobbling, his resolve clearly faltering as he paused for another break. Come on, Dusty. You can't stop now. He couldn't help but want Dusty to succeed.

"Oi, Dusty!" Nomed called out. "If you linger any longer, the mountain might mistake you for a new peak!"

A ripple of laughter spread through the nearby climbers, and Dusty's face broke into a weary grin. With a renewed spark, he pushed off his knees and resumed his climb, Nomed giving him the nudge he needed.

"Huh, don't underestimate me, I'll race you to the top, and the last one there owes the other a meal!" Dusty hollered back.

Of course, it'd be a meal, Nomed let out a genuine smile, even as he continued his charade. Just make sure you're not last, my friend.

Grand Elder Wyatt's fingers ran through his long goatee, his gaze fixed on the white-robed youth on the screen. Impressive... to enter undetected is no small feat, he thought, his curiosity piqued more by the boy's cunning than his leading position.

Next to him, Grand Elder Darius had his eyes shut, a picture of disinterest. He only occasionally sent out his spiritual sense, sweeping the mountain for a certain presence. Where is Slifer hiding? he pondered, itching for the moment he could overshadow the so-called Supreme Elder.

On another side, Grand Elder Tenzin's eyes moved meticulously, tracking the three talents from the Jexlarin Clan. He nodded slightly, acknowledging their prowess. The clan patriarch's 'donation' might have been unnecessary after all, he mused.

Grand Elder Lydia, on the other hand, barely concealed her lack of interest. Healers... only they are the true jewels in this mundane lot. Her mind was already leaping ahead to the Trial of Comprehension, eager to find those that were worthy of her guidance.

Their silent assessments were abruptly disturbed by the unexpected arrival of Morvran and his entourage. The cultivators on their swords landed with an inelegant thud on the pagoda.

Morvran lowered his head. "Esteemed Grand Elders," he greeted respectfully, followed by the nods of Amelia, Fenlock, and Hughie. Even little Val tried mimicking the gesture.

Seeing Slifer's disciples arrive without their master, Darius' features contorted into a scowl, his aura flaring like a storm cloud on the horizon. The pressure it exerted was palpable, heavy as the weight of the very earth.

"Where. Is. Your. Master?" he growled.

Chapter 42: I Forgot How Poor The Talent In This Backward Realm Is

Feeling the oppressive force of Grand Elder Darius's aura bear down on them, Amelia's face twisted into an angry scowl. "You won't be acting like this when my master arrives," she snapped back. "Then you'll be on your knees begging for mercy."

Perched on Morvran's bald head, Val puffed out her tiny chest and hissed, "Master slap bad man, Val den eat bad man!" Her baby teeth, more adorable than intimidating, flashed in a display of dragonet bravado.

Watching the scene unfold, Fenlock held back a sigh. Val's behavior was excusable—she was just a baby, and a dragon at that; her pride was as vast as the heavens. But Amelia... why must she always provoke those stronger than us? He pondered the idea of giving her the title of Senior, just to avoid these headaches. Maybe as a senior, she will learn to hold her tongue…actually, come to think of it, she would just drag us down with her.

Hughie shifted uncomfortably at the prospect of the old man attacking them, with everything that has happened recently, it wouldn't surprise him. He felt Li Fenghao stir within the ring. The ancient spirit's voice grumbled, "If that insect doesn't stop yapping, I will come out and slap him to death."

Hughie couldn't help but mentally question, "Do you still have the power to do that?"

Li Fenghao muttered begrudgingly, "I've got enough left for a few life-threatening situations." Then, as an afterthought, he added, "But for that buffoon, I might just make an exception."

You'd think someone who's lived for hundreds of thousands of years would be more patient, Hughie thought with a shake of his head.

Grand Elder Wyatt observed Darius' increasingly erratic behaviour with a hint of disapproval. This isn't what we agreed on. We can't allow him to simply bully the Supreme Elder's disciples; the other Grand Elders will not ignore such conduct... And neither can I, reputation is still a thing to maintain after all.

With a discreet cough to regain control of the situation, Wyatt's face blossomed into a practiced smile, full of apologies. "Please excuse Grand Elder Darius' impatience."

Turning to Darius, Wyatt's smile remained plastered as he counseled, "I'm sure the Supreme Elder will have a good explanation when he arrives."

Darius let out a derisive snort and flopped back into his seat. "If the Supreme Elder even bothers to turn up," he muttered.

Morvran's lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. As if I would confront an Origin Realm Elder without a plan, he mused, already considering which of his underhanded schemes would best inconvenience Grand Elder Darius. Perhaps it's time to unleash that wily Dentos on him.

Dong!

The sound of the bell indicated the end of the first trial, all eyes — both the Elders' and the disciples' — shifted to the water screens. The images revealed that 250 participants had managed to reach the mountain's summit. At the forefront was the mysterious, white-robed figure, followed by the Rizarian young master. The Jexlarin trio secured the next three spots, with Ivor from the Zyrklon Clan taking the sixth.

"250... That's a bit higher than the last time," Grand Elder Tenzin remarked, his eyes skimming over the screens.

Grand Elder Wyatt gave a contemplative nod. "Indeed, but the real question remains — how many among them possess true talent?"

In the illusionary world, Nomed offered a hand to Dusty, whose large frame was splayed awkwardly on the ground. "I... told... you... I'd... make... it," Dusty panted out, his hand clenching Nomed's as he was hauled to his feet. His face glowed red, more from anger than the exertion. All that work and not a pound lighter, he lamented silently.

Nomed couldn't help but laugh. "Taking last place is a feat in itself; you've got everyone's attention," he joked, helping Dusty to his feet.

Dusty responded with a scowl, "Who'd have thought you, of all people, would barely make the cut. 125th place? I expected more."

Nomed's smile was one of someone who had everything going according to plan. Exactly in the middle, he mused silently. Aloud, he simply said, "What matters is we both passed."

Dusty nodded, catching his breath. "And I won't have to face Grandma Sully again," he added with a shudder that was only half-feigned.

Nomed couldn't help but laugh at his friend's simple joys. If only life were as simple as escaping a scolding, he thought wistfully.

William expression darkened when he overheard the banter between the last-placed Dusty and the middle-ranker Nomed. To be content with such mediocrity... he thought disdainfully. I suppose village life dulls one's ambitions.

His mind wandered to his own performance. Tenth place wasn't shameful among the lot, but it wasn't first either. He felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of facing his clan after such a result. Being bested by other young masters is one thing, but that unknown swordsman...

As he was lost in thought, the sensation of his body dissolving jolted him back to reality. Panic briefly flickered across his face before settling into understanding; the trial was over, and they were returning to the real world. He materialized back in the valley, noting other participants materialising around him.

The Grand Elder's voice cut through the chatter and confusion, "Congratulations on passing the first trial," Grand Elder Wyatt announced. "You have all earned the right to join the outer sect of our Black Rose Sect."

A murmur of relief and triumph washed over the crowd, cut short by the Grand Elder's next statement.

"The next trial," he continued, his gaze sweeping over the young faces, "will decide whether you remain in the Outer Sect or advance to the Inner Sect."

The disciples straightened up at the mention of the Inner Sect. It was well known that the true privileges and resources of the Black Rose Sect were reserved for the inner disciples. Each of the four halls — the Disciplinary Hall led by Grand Elder Darius, the meticulous Medicine Hall under Grand Elder Lydia, the Martial Arts & Spiritual Hall that was Grand Elder Tenzin's domain, and the Treasure Pavilion, filled with artifacts and managed by Grand Elder Wyatt — represented a different path in cultivation.

"And as for those that perform exceptionally well, the Grand Elders may take you in as their personal disciple."

As the Grand Elder's words sank in, murmurs of excitement spread through the crowd, the notion of being a Grand Elder's disciple was too great to ignore.

"I'd rather be Grand Elder Darius' disciple," one participant whispered ambitiously, only to be countered by another, "Are you mad? Grand Elder Lydia is far more composed. Grand Elder Darius is... well, too intense."

Laughter broke out among a small group. "Intense? We're in a demonic sect, friend. 'Intense' is a mild way of putting it."

A more wistful voice joined the conversation. "You all can squabble over the Grand Elders. My sights are set on the Supreme Elder."

"Yeah," someone scoffed, "like he'd notice any of us. He didn't even show up today."

Grand Elder Wyatt raised his hand hushing the crowd, the very earth itself rose as though obeying his command. Five pillars surrounded a large stone that pulsed with a green light appeared in the centre of the valley.

"This stone," Grand Elder Wyatt began, "is a Luminaresce Quartz. Its glow will vary with the potential qi each of you can channel."

The Grand Elder continued to explain that the stone was tied to a formation that linked it to the five pillars. Those that lacked talent would not be able to light up a single pillar, whilst those that were destined to remain in the Outer Sect would only be able to light up one pillar. Being able to light up two pillars would ensure that the participant would be able to enter the inner sect.

Yet, it is only by lighting up three pillars would one be able to catch the eye of a Grand Elder and attain the title of Core Disciple. If a disciple was talented enough to light up four pillars, then that would be sufficient to draw the attention of an Ascendant cultivator.

Seeing the Grand Elder grow silent, one of the disciples from the village mustered the courage to ask, "W-what about five pillars?"

"Huh, if anyone of you were able to light up five pillars, then an Immortal from the higher realms will descend and whisk you away," Grand Elder Wyatt let out a dismissive laugh, in the history of the Black Rose Sect, not a single disciple was able to light up five pillars simultaneously, Wyatt didn't believe such a thing was possible."

The aspiring disciples exchanged glances. Some wore expressions of confidence, while doubt shadowed others' faces.

I forgot just how poor the talent in this backward realm is. A small frown appeared on Kalin's face.

Not too far away from him, Nomed's eyes narrowed. Three pillars? It seems a bit too much, I should aim for two.

Sensing the shift in the crowd, Wyatt continued. "Each of you has passed our pre-selection process, it is more likely one of you will light up four pillars than fail to light up one."

A collective breath of relief swept through those that were worried they would embarrass themselves by not being able to light up a single pillar.

However, his words did little to console William, who had never considered the possibility that he, the young master of the Wick Clan, would do worse than a village bumpkin. No, he had his sights on something greater, something that even he was unsure of.

That man said it should trick the stone but...would it be enough to light up four pillars? William felt his mouth dry up as the pill under his tongue grew heavy, the future of the Wick Clan depended on him. If I can't catch the Supreme Elder's eyes, then...the Wick Clan…will be…

"The trial of talent will now commence."

Chapter 43: "F-Five Pillars! How Is This Possible?!"

One by one, the participants nervously stepped forward when called, however, after placing their hands upon the Luminaresce Quartz, one after another, they walked away with their spirits dampened, having lit only a single pillar.

"Circa," came the next call. A young girl, no older than fourteen summers, her legs shaking, approached the stone. The crowd held their breath as she reached out. The first pillar lit up, and a tentative smile touched her lips, she expected no more than this — an outer disciple at best.

But then, a gasp rippled through the crowd as a second pillar burst into light. Circa's heart leapt into her throat. Maybe... just maybe...

As the light crept up the third pillar, the Grand Elders leaned forward in their seats with budding interest. Yet, when it became clear the third pillar would not fully ignite, halting midway, they relaxed, disappointment etched into their features.

Circa, however, couldn't contain her joy. "I did it!" she whispered to herself, a grin spreading across her face. She was going to be an Inner Sect disciple!

"After the completion of the final trial, you will choose your path within the sect," Grand Elder Wyatt stated, a hint of warmth in his otherwise stern voice. Circa nodded, her enthusiasm uncurbed, as she skipped back to her place among the crowd.

For most of the participants, passing the second trial was sufficient, a guarantee of entry into the inner sect. The trial of comprehension that followed was more a matter for the elders — a chance to spot a disciple tailored for their unique cultivation methods.

As participant after participant stepped up to the Luminaresce Quartz, it became a familiar scene — a single pillar lighting up, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, but rarely more than that. The few who managed to illuminate a second were met with nods of approval from the onlookers, mostly young masters and mistresses from the local clans who held their heads a little higher with the acknowledgment.

"Dusty," Grand Elder Wyatt called out for the next participant to come forward.

Dusty, hearing his name, felt his clothes cling to his ample frame like a second skin as he began to trudge forward.

Nomed, seeing his friend uncharacteristically anxious, gave Dusty an encouraging slap on the back, grimacing at the slick of sweat his hand came away with. Like patting a wet whale, he thought wryly, trying to hide his disgust.

Reaching the stone, Dusty hesitated, his hand trembling as he placed it on the cool surface. A hush fell over the crowd, the kind of silence that seemed to amplify the slightest noise. The stone remained dark for a torturously long moment, and whispers began to spread among the other participants.

Seeing no change in the pillars, Dusty's face burned with embarrassment. He said everyone had talent, he seethed internally, what kind of sick joke is this?

Finally, a weak light emerged, barely illuminating the first pillar. It flickered as though it was the last ember of a dying fire.

"Outer Sect," Grand Elder Wyatt announced, his voice tinged with clear disappointment.

Head bowed, Dusty made his way back to Nomed, who enveloped him in a sweaty hug, "Think of all the amazing food you'll find in the Outer Sect," Nomed consoled, trying to keep the hug brief. "Better than anything we had back in the village."

"I guess, but make sure you sneak out some of those fancy Inner Sect snacks for me, okay?" Dusty managed a small wistful grin.

Their moment was cut short by a sneer from William. "Looks like I'll have new servants soon enough. Don't worry, I can take both of you on."

Nomed's face darkened at the comment, yet he held his tongue. There's a time and place for everything, he reminded himself, and this isn't it.

As the trial progressed, the few notable participants worthy of mention were the three youths from the Jexlarin Clan. Two of which managed to light up two pillars, securing their place in the Inner Sect. As for the third of the Jexlarin Clan, Bryce, he was able to illuminate two and a half pillars, with Grand Elder Tenzin's intervention he may be able to gain the title of Core Disciple.

"Nomed!"

Nomed straightened as his name was called, it was finally his turn. However, before he could make his way forward, he noticed, from the corner of his eye, Dusty's sweaty palm approaching him. With a nimble dodge to the side, he avoided the blow leaving his pudgy friend grappling with the air. Unbalanced, Dusty stumbled and tumbled to the ground. Nomed couldn't hold back his laughter; it was more the sweat than his sidestep that was to blame.

"Very funny," Dusty grumbled from the ground, shaking his fist at Nomed's retreating back. Nomed just shook his head with a chuckle, walking towards the stone that would judge his talent.

He took a deep breath, feeling the hidden mark on his chest—a claw-like scar concealed under his simple village attire—pulse with a faint red light. It was so fleeting that not even the keen eyes of the Grand Elders caught the glimmer. Lucky for me they have no interest in a nobody like me, Nomed thought.

Placing his hand on the stone, he watched as the first pillar light up, followed swiftly by the second. As the third began to glow, the Grand Elders leaned forward, their expressions taut with interest. But then, abruptly, the light from the third pillar snuffed out, leaving only two pillars aglow.

The Grand Elders exchanged puzzled glances. Has the stone malfunctioned? they wondered.

For Nomed, that brief moment when the third pillar fully lit up was heart-stopping. Only when it faded did he allow himself a measured breath of relief. Two pillars is a safe middle ground, he consoled himself.

"Inner Sect," Grand Elder Wyatt announced, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion that Nomed was quick to ignore.

A modest smile played on Nomed's lips as he returned to Dusty, who erupted in cheers. "I knew you had it in you!"

"A shame about that third pillar, though." Dusty patted his stomach thoughtfully. "Core Disciples probably feast like kings."

Nomed nodded, playing along. "Inner Sect will do just fine," he agreed, while inwardly he repeated, That was far too close for comfort.

Finding no issues with the stone, the Grand Elder called out the next name, "William Wick."

With a haughty smirk plastered on his face, William approached the stone. Let this pill work, he silently prayed, not feeling a tenth confident as he portrayed. He felt the capsule dissolve beneath his tongue. The pill was a rare treasure known as the Celestial Qi Amplifier, a concoction that could temporarily heighten one's affinity with qi.

Just don't scan me too closely, William thought, hoping the Grand Elders would refrain from scrutinizing him with their spiritual sense.

As the pill took effect, William felt a profound connection to the energy around him. His pores seemed to open as if thirsty for the qi that permeated the air. He quickly placed his hand on the stone, absorbing its energy.

Instantly, the first pillar lit up, followed swiftly by the second. A half-hearted glow began to creep up the third pillar, hesitating momentarily before ascending to the full height.

Up in the pagoda, the Grand Elders watched with rapt attention. "We may have underestimated the young Wick," Grand Elder Tenzin remarked, his eyebrows lifting in mild surprise.

"This one might just be cut out for the Disciplinary Hall." Grand Elder Darius grunted in agreement.

Grand Elder Wyatt beamed at William. "You will be considered for a Core Disciple position," he declared. "Should you have a preference for a particular hall, inform us. The Grand Elders will take your wishes into account during the selection process."

"I would like to study under the Supreme Elder," William declared proudly, his voice filled with the hunger of ambition and a tinge of desperation.

Grand Elder Darius' expression soured as a disciple dared to choose the 'Supreme Elder' over him, he unconsciously crushed the armrest of his throne, the wood splintering beneath his grip.

Grand Elder Wyatt, however, maintained his composure, offering a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "The Supreme Elder is presently... indisposed," he remarked diplomatically. "However, we shall convey your preference and see what arrangements can be made."

With a nod, William headed back to his original position, letting out a sigh of relief once out of the Grand Elders' immediate scrutiny. If only they knew how close I was to not even lighting up three pillars, A bead of sweat rolled down his temple at the memory, death would be his last concern if a demonic sect such as the Black Rose Sect discovered any cheating.

His thoughts then turned towards the pill causing a frown to appear on his face. Father will have to go through great lengths to repay that debt but… if it catches the Supreme Elder's interest, it will be worth it.

Passing by the lesser beings, Dusty and Nomed, William felt his mood lift and he couldn't resist falling back into his arrogant young master persona. "Perhaps a servant from the Inner Sect would be more fitting than one from the outer, wouldn't you agree?" he asked Nomed.

Nomed's jaw tightened, What exactly are the sect's rules on inner conflicts? he pondered, the thought quickly dismissed as an unsettling presence descended from the pagoda.

All heads turned, eyes widening as Grand Elder Wyatt landed gracefully to the valley floor. Whispers rippled through the crowd. What could bring a Grand Elder down among us?

The Grand Elder stopped before the young man draped in white. "Impressive indeed, for one to slip into our sect unnoticed. But what is to stop me right now from extinguishing your life?"

Unfazed, Kalin met the Grand Elder's gaze head on, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint, assured smile. "Grand Elder, there isn't a soul in this sect capable of that feat."

From within the pagoda, Grand Elder Darius' fury erupted like a volcano. "I shall sever your head myself, you insolent pup!" he bellowed, ready to leap into action.

Yet Kalin remained undisturbed as he leaned close to Wyatt and whispered, "Even the Venerable Black Tree Sect would think twice before raising a hand against me."

The color drained from Wyatt's face as the gravity of Kalin's words settled in. The Venerable Black Tree Sect, a demonic sect situated in the immortal realms, was the backbone of their own Black Rose Sect. T-this youth is no ordinary cultivator, Wyatt realized, a flicker of unease passing through his eyes.

Darius found himself sinking back into his seat. Even he knew, to provoke one with ties that made even the parent sect of the Black Rose Sect hesitate was to court death.

With a forced chuckle, Wyatt smoothed over the tension. "Well, I suppose our sect can always make room for one more, especially one as... unique as yourself." He gestured grandly towards the stone.

Kalin approached the stone, debating internally whether he should conceal his true capabilities. No, subtlety won't serve my purpose here, he concluded, dismissing the thought with a mental wave. To garner the Supreme Elder's attention, he needed to be bold.

The moment his skin grazed the stone, three pillars erupted in a radiant glow, drawing gasps from the other disciples. Without pause, the fourth and then the fifth pillars ignited, bathing the valley with a sight it had never witnessed before.

"F-five pillars! H-how is this possible?!"